Book 1 in the Rockin' Hard Series
Gabriella Blanchett can't seem to resist the addictive lure of another pleasure-filled night with the smoldering rock star. He'd be perfect except for the sudden and mysterious disappearances in the middle of the night. His ability to sense her every need, coupled with the secrets he harbors, leave her head spinning, her body humming, and her heart in jeopardy.
Rock star Auro Moretti tours the world with a goal that's two-fold. He hopes his music is inspiring, but as an empath, he also heals tortured young souls in the audience with his gypsy gift. Protecting his family's secret and Romani heritage proves as difficult a task as keeping Gabriella in his bed.
She fills his soul with light...he feeds her craving for love...and a stalker threatens to destroy both.
Wow! Angel's Addiction release day has finally arrived.
I'm bouncing back and forth between excitement and nervous energy, but I'm determined to make the best of both.
Today, I feel compelled to share a few crazy thoughts about the characters in this book.
Let's begin with Auro. My hero is...let's just say he's an Alpha male with strong dominant tendencies. On the flip side, his empathic abilities allow him to experience and show great tenderness and sensitivity. What more could a girl ask for, right?
Here is an example of the contradictions that are Auro.
I took her hand and led her back inside. “Come.”
She shook her head and followed me to the couch. “You are scaring me. Just—”
“Gabriella, sit down.” She shivered at the authority in my voice, and I hid a smile when she obeyed.
Astounded by this beautiful woman’s total acceptance of what I was, partnered with the love she continually shared, forced me to pause. “Thank you for trusting me with your pleasure.”
It's so much fun writing Alpha heroes like Auro who respectfully adore their heroines.
Then there is Gabriella (Angel). Darn, this is harder than I thought. My heroine is complex as well. Gabriella is a strong self-sufficient woman who balks at Auro's instinct to protect, but hungers for his control in the bedroom.
Here are a few of her random rants...
“Ugh! Your arrogance makes me want to scream. You just don’t get it, do you? I won’t be commanded to do what you think is best for me."
That was just it. I didn't usually allow myself to give in and relinquish complete control. You love that about him. You've trusted him since the beginning. It’s your need for his dominance outside the bedroom you can’t accept.
I know, completely confusing out of context, but maybe just enough to make you want to meet these great characters.
An excerpt and link are posted below. Please take a second of your valuable time to read through, then if you like what you see...just click.
Lustful addiction to an empathic rock star leads to love and deadly games…
I peered around the corner into the kitchenette area. Auro stood with his back to me, and I took a moment to appreciate the view. He’d drug on a pair of soft well-worn jeans. The fabric molded his ass in a way that had me drooling. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and muscles played across his back when he leaned forward and laid a single red rose on the room service tray.
Preoccupied with his task, he quietly sang a tune I didn't recognize. The sound of his voice had me wet in five seconds flat. I’m so easy.
I slipped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Mmm, morning.” I slid the long silky strands of his hair over so I could kiss where my lips met his spine. The deep rumble of his chuckle tickled my cheek as I snuggled against his warmth.
“Try afternoon, cara, it is after three. I was just coming to bring you something to eat and find out your plans for this evening. I had hoped to wake you in a completely different manner, but this works almost as well.”
He turned in my arms, tightened his hold, and lowered his head to brush his lips across my mouth. And there it was…the euphoric feeling of his kiss. The fix I needed from my drug of choice—Auro. It hit my system with enough punch, my knees weakened. I steadied myself by grasping his shoulders, leaning my full weight against his tension-filled frame.
“Sorry to spoil your fun. How can I make it up to you?” I murmured against his lips. Heat flashed in his gaze, and I slowly lowered myself to my knees.